We burn, just to feel.
Waves overhead, air from lungs,
To earth we return.
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Sydney Thiesson
Everyone calls me Squid. I'm a Nuclear Medicine Technologist based in Saskatchewan Canada and writing is an old love of mine.
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Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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